Альфред Андерш (1914 — 1980) занимает видное место среди тех писателей ФРГ для которых преодоление прошлого, искоренение нацизма всегда было главной общественной и творческой задачей. В том его избранных произведений вошли последний роман «Винтерспельт», в котором выражен объективный взгляд на историю, на войну, показана обреченность фашизма, социальная и моральная повесть «Отец убийцы, (1980), которую можно назвать литературным, духовным и политическим завещанием писателя, и рассказы разных лет

It is the 41st millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die. Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperors will. Vast armies give battle in His name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst His soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants—and worse. To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruellest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be relearned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods

Alain Delambre est un cadre de cinquante-sept ans anéanti par quatre années de chômage sans espoir. Ancien DRH, il accepte des petits jobs démoralisants. À son sentiment de faillite personnelle s’ajoute bientôt l’humiliation de se faire botter le cul pour cinq cents euros par mois… Aussi quand un employeur, divine surprise, accepte enfin d’étudier sa candidature, Alain Delambre est prêt à tout, à emprunter de l’argent, à se disqualifier aux yeux de sa femme, de ses filles et même à participer à l’ultime épreuve de recrutement : un jeu de rôle sous la forme d’une prise d’otages. Alain Delambre s’engage corps et âme dans cette lutte pour regagner sa dignité. S’il se rendait soudain compte que les dés sont pipés, sa fureur serait sans limite. Et le jeu de rôle pourrait alors tourner au jeu de massacre